Nope

Things just kept getting worse and worse, but at least she would finally be able to complete a dare. Though she had failed the last one of this, now all her suitemates were in class for at least 30 minutes. As long as she took a quick show, it should be no problem. When she turned the lights on in the bathroom, she finally noticed the writing on her skin. Apparently, the students who found her sleeping outside had written on her body before she awoke. Some of the things included: whore across here face with her mouth as the ‘o’, squeeze me written across her tits, spank me on her left ass cheek, dick go here on her right ass cheek with an arrow pointing towards her ass whole, pain slut on her forehead, cum dump on her thigh with an arrow pointing at her pussy, and mini dick above her clit. Though she felt bad realizing she had been walking around with these things on her, she also found herself aroused by all of this. Stupid punishments! She resolved to scrub them all off while in the shower. This proved to be more difficult than she imagined since the students had used permanent markers. Determined to get them off, she scrubbed and scrubbed, which proved to be her downfall. Distracted by the scrubbing she lost track of time, and she was still in the showering when Alice arrived. She promptly mistook Emily for masturbating, took photographic evidence, then slammed the door shut in anger.

“Dare Nine: Failure”

“Punishment Nine: Due to bonus punishment one the level of this punishment has been increased. Exhibitionist slut trait increase: ridiculous. Clothes sluttiness trait increase: ****”

Emily did not have time to process this punishment before the glaring Alice spoke up.

“Masturbating again! You really are a slut.”

“I wasn’t masturbating. I was scrubbing off some writing.”

“You mean the stuff you got for sleeping outside naked.” Emily blushed at the comment but had nothing to say in reply. “I am getting really sick of this behavior. I am going to impose some rules and you better obey them. If you do not, I am sending this to the dorm head saying she did it again.”

She had Emily dead to rights, and she knew it. If she was caught again, she might be expelled. Even with that in mind Emily tried to say no but yes came out of her mouth

“Rule number 1: No masturbating without my permission! To enforce this, you will wear a collar emblazoned with the word slut so that people know what you are. This collar has a recording device so I will know every time you moan and pleasure. If I ever catch you, I will spank you until your ass if red then turn you in. As a final measure I will bind your hands at night to ensure you are not busy while I sleep.”

“Rule number 2: As a thank you for helping your nymphomania you will be my personal maid. You will keep this room spotless, clean my clothes, and do any other chores I think up.”

“Rule number 3: To ensure your horniness does not get in the way of your studies I will use a vibrator to bring you to orgasm once per day right before I go to sleep. You will be tied up for this process to ensure you do not interfere.”

“Rule number 4: As a thank you for that you will eat me out until I cum right before I make you cum”

“Rule number 5: To help me ensure you do not masturbate I will be letting this dorm along with any friends I have what a slut you are. They will help keep an eye on you. ”

She tried with all her might to say no or negotiate somehow but the only words that came out of mouth were yes ma’am.

“Good girl. Follow my rules and we will have not more issues.” She produces a steel collar and puts in on Emily, who does nothing to resist. Now that Emily has the surveillance collar around her neck, Alice goes about her day as normal. Meanwhile Emily is barely able to process all that has happened to her. First this stupid app made her life hell then Alice stepped in and made things worse, but she could not change the past. The only thing she could do was press forward. She began to dress for class a noticed the state of her clothes. Not only did she have to go without underwear, but all her clothes looked sluttier now. None of her tops went past her diaphragm and all showed ample clothing. Her pants were gone, and the shorts left were so small she may as well have an **** wedgie. The longest of her skirt could only be described as mini, and they all could easily fly up. Her shoes were all high heels with narrow points so even walking would be hard. Knowing there was nothing she could do, she put on the most conservative clothes she could find and went to class. Midway through class her phone chimed.

“Dare Ten: go into a boy’s restroom, place all of your clothes into a trashcan, and masturbate to orgasm inside a stall using only anal simulation. Timeline: 30 minutes. Difficulty: hard”

Emily gulped. This was her tenth dare. If the pattern kept up thing would get much worse if she failed here, but she felt like she could succeed. She got up and walked to the boy’s restroom. Most everybody was in a class, so she managed to sneak in without being noticed. She placed her clothes into the trash can, thinking she could retrieve them afterwards. This left her completely naked, except for the collar which she could not remove without the key Alice held. Emily then began to masturbate inside the stall. She had never done anything with her ass, so it was a slow start. She started by simple fingering, but it had little effect. After trying different things, she found the thing that worked best was the plunger handle. With it she rode it hard and fast, while thinking about her public humiliation and shaming over the past day. The **** arousal caused her to moan loudly, which led to disaster.